“Que pasa, mi amigo?”
“What’s good, Ramon? I’m calling to let you know I’m here. Where do you want me to meet you at?”
Ramon looked at his watch and checked the time.
“It’s lunchtime now, so meet me at my restaurant in town.”
“Say no more. I’m on my way.”
Tommy was fully aware of the type of person he was dealing with in Ramon, so he prepared Tre and his team on the way over so they knew what they were getting into and how to approach him. Because at the end of the day, Ramon would bleed just like they did.
It didn’t take long before they arrived at the restaurant. Tre and Raven walked in as a couple and ordered food and drinks. Trigger entered a few minutes behind and made his way up to the counter to order food as well. Jay was across the street with strict orders not to let anyone leave if he heard shit pop off. Tommy had secured guns for the entire crew through some people he met in the area before he headed back East and linked up with everyone. Tommy came in with no gun because he knew Ramon would have him checked, because it was what he did.
A waitress walked over to Tommy, who was sitting at his table, and whispered to him, “Ramon wants you to come into the back office.”
Tommy was surprised and did not think Ramon would be there before him.
Ramon always liked to make an entrance; how-ever, he was there before Tommy. This was another red flag that stood out as Tommy stood up to make his way to the back office. This sudden change also made Tommy Guns start to think of ways to prevail from what he was thinking may take place. He knew if he did not go to the back office that shit would hit the fan, so he made eye contact with the waitress knowing he was probably being watched—and he was.
“Thank you, I’m on my way now, beautiful,” he said, making her smile briefly because she worked for Ramon outside of her waitress job.
Tre and Raven were also shocked by the sudden change of events. This was not how Tommy laid it out to them on the way over.
“Oh shit, mami! He changed up on us,” Tre said.
“We still have to hold him down, papi! No matter what,” Raven said, looking into Tre’s eyes and rubbing his hand across the table. “I love you, papi, ‘til the wheels fall off,” she said, knowing that something was about to go down.
“‘Til the wheels fall off, mami,” he responded before focusing on what was to come.
On his way back to the office, Tommy swiped a knife off the countertop in the kitchen and cuffed it into his sleeve. The waitress knocked on the door, and one of Ramon’s security goons answered the door. She gave a brief smile before walking away, since Tommy’s presence spoke for itself. Once inside the office, he took notice of the silenced 9mm sitting on Ramon’s desk. He figured if Ramon went for the gun, he would stab the big bodyguard and use him as a shield before he fled the office.
Ramon stared at Tommy as the door shut behind him. He seemed to have a distant look in his eyes. It was not the welcoming look that he usually had when he met with Tommy Guns.
“The people I’m associated with, who make everything that I do possible, felt that I needed to get rid of you before you become a problem that would affect what we have going on. I was going to do just that until I had a change of heart and mind, because we have a mutual respect for the lives we live. However, mi amigo, you brought your crew out here as if you wanted to counter my attack. You have those cabrons across the street and those puntas in my restaurant.”
Ramon was pissed off and ready to take care of business, cleaning up Tommy Guns and his crew. As he was speaking, there was a knock at the door. When the goon opened the door, the chef stood there looking as if he needed to get permission to make something for Ramon. Suddenly, Raven popped out from behind the chef with her twin nickel-plated .32 automatics with black pearl grips and fired off headshots to each of the goons in the room with swift precision. She got the attention and respect she wanted before shifting her guns at Ramon’s face.
“Don’t even think about reaching for that gun, punta, or your brains will be all over the back of that expensive leather chair you’re sitting in!” Raven warned, eyeing him down and practically daring him to move just to prove her point.
Tre entered right behind Raven to secure anything that moved. Tommy stepped closer to the desk and eyed down Ramon. Two stone-cold killers eyed each other down.
“Ramon, we could have taken this country by storm with your connections and my means to always get it done. But you chose how this ends, you stupid muthafucka!” Tommy Guns snapped, taking the silenced 9mm from the desk and leaving Raven to finish the job.
“I fucking saved your life, and this is how you repay me?” Ramon pleaded, finally being powerless and facing down the barrels of Raven’s guns.
“We make choices, and you obviously made the wrong one. Raven, don’t let him say another word!” Tommy Guns said.
Raven fired off two back-to-back rounds which cracked his skull on impact and ejected his brains out the other side, spraying the leather chair and wall with warm flesh and chunks of his skull.
“OG, we can’t leave any witnesses up in here,” Tre said as they prepared to leave the office.
Ramon’s men in the office were already dead. He had a few more outside of the restaurant, and those working inside might also be on his team. So after they exited the office, they laid out everyone including the chef, waitresses, and other employees who could identify him.
Trigger and the rest of the young bucks heard gunfire inside as did Ramon’s men, so they started shooting it out with them, too. Tommy Guns, Raven, and Tre all came out firing on them and taking all of them out one by one.
They could not waste any time, so they rushed back to the airport and headed back East far away from the chaotic shit. Tommy was now feeling good about his life of freedom and being back with his little homie. Now he needed to link back up with Ra Ra.
“Tre, that baby girl you got is all about that life how she put work in.”
Raven smiled and enjoyed the compliment from an OG.
“Good looking, little ma, you held me down and came through on a surprise by laying down them goons.”
“Anytime, papi! My man says you good peoples, so I hold you down.”
Tommy put his head back as the plane climbed into the skies to take them back East. When his eyes closed, he thought about what had taken place back at the restaurant.
“Would you like anything to drink, sir?” the flight attendant asked Tommy as he opened his eyes to see a beautiful sista glowing in her uniform with her radiant smile. He glanced at her name tag. “A double shot of Hennessy would be fine, Lena,” he said to her.
Her eyes showed surprise that he knew her name, until she realized he had read her name tag.
“That’s unique, and it almost caught me off guard. But I appreciate that you took the time to look at my name tag,” she said, making small talk while giving him his double shot of Hennessy and moving on to the next person.
Tommy downed the Hennessy and placed the plastic cup down. He enjoyed the warmth of the cognac flowing down his throat and into his belly. Then he noticed out of the corner of his eye that someone was watching him. Who? He turned toward the man sitting in the other aisle; however, the man turned around quickly as if he did not want any confrontation. Tommy then turned back to his crew and saw Raven laying her head on Tre’s shoulder with her eyes closed. Trigger and the young bucks were all eating their meals that were just served to them. He then noticed the man staring at him again.
“What are you looking at?” Tommy asked with a dark stare.
The businessman sitting across the aisle was on a laptop, but he was well groomed, clean-shaven, and wearing a nice navy-blue suit. He had a dark stare with a serious look as he addressed Tommy Guns and his question.
“Calm down, Mr. Mitchell, or should I say, Mr. Anderson?”
When Tommy heard himself being addressed in that manner by the man wearing a suit, the Feds came to mind. At the
same time, he thought about who else would know who he really was.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, getting the attention of the flight attendant passing out food.
“Is everything all right with you two?” Lena asked.
“Just fine, Lena. Questions of curiosity that we all have,” the white man said with a fake smile.
She walked away, and then he addressed Tommy as he turned his laptop around so Tommy could see.
“Look here, Mr. Anderson.”
Tommy could not believe what he was seeing. It was footage of what just had taken place inside and outside of Ramon’s restaurant. The massacre was all caught on tape, and everyone’s faces could be seen clearly.
“You see, Mr. Anderson, your presence has long expired. Ramon should have never kept you around, but he did, and as we see, you were a liability then and even more now since he’s dead. And with his death, you, Mr. Anderson, inherit his $300 million debt owed to my associates.”
“So you think I’m going to pay his debt? You muthafucka is crazy!”
“We don’t think you’ll pay his debt. We know that from the moment you took his life that you decided to get us our money. Now you do have a choice that most individuals never opt to choose: pay in blood with your life. However, that will come after you see the demise of everyone you love. We know what’s important to you—Candy and the son you two have, and the two boys who live with your mother. We have our best interest in this secured, and from every angle you think of, we’ve thought of it,” the man said, never flinching or fearing anything about Tommy Guns because he knew that he could easily erase him and his family.
“Don’t fuck with my kids or my family, or I’ll choke yo’ bitch ass out right now!” Tommy said.
Tommy reacted quickly and jumped up. He caught the man off guard and began to choke him; however, even under this condition with Tommy choking him, he managed to stay calm.
“Mr. Anderson, your family will die if you don’t stop choking me long enough so I can send this e-mail out to my associates.”
Tommy released his grip and allowed the man to gasp for air.
“Now that we have your anger in check, I’ll do my behalf at keeping your family alive and allow my associates to know that we have your full cooperation,” he said, running his fingers across the keyboard of the laptop before looking back up at Tommy. “That’s all for now. One more thing, Mr. Anderson: everything back at Ramon’s place is already cleaned up and disposed of like it never happened. It will open under a new name and management, and you will own and operate his businesses for shipment purposes. You’ll embrace it all. This selling drugs thing is your profession. You’ll be contacted with more information soon.”
Tommy wanted to choke the muthafucka again, but he did not want to risk losing his family or Candy. Now he was forced to come out of the low-key lifestyle he was gearing up for to take care of these people, whoever they were, and have a $300 million distribution that Ramon needed to pay. This new life of having to pay a debt like that was far from what Tommy had in mind for his future.
CHAPTER 9
THE NEXT DAY in Atlanta, Tommy and Candy were watching TV as she affectionately cuddled up next to him. Their son played with his toys and crawled on the floor not far from the couch where they sat. Tommy really appreciated this second chance at life being with Candy. However, after meeting the man on the plane and having to take over Ramon’s duties, he was not feeling that at all, but it had to be done. This was all until he reached the amount they wanted from him.
“Tommy, I forgot to tell you your mom called saying how much she loves you and appreciates the money,” Candy said, lifting her head off of his body.
The doorbell rang twice, which immediately got their attention.
“I got it,” he said, taking his .45 Desert Eagle with him to answer the door since he had no idea who it could be.
When he got to the door, he saw that it was the mailman.
“Good morning, sir, I have a package for Michael Mitchell.”
“Who is it from?” he asked.
“Uh, Mr. Ramon Perez.”
Tommy signed for the next-day-air package, knowing that it was from the man with whom he’d spoken on the plane.
“Candy, stay in here while I look at this stuff,” he said.
He made his way into the dining room to open the package, which contained a cell phone and a typed letter that read:
ENCLOSED YOU’LL FIND A CELL PHONE CONTAIN-ING ALL OF RAMON’S CLIENTELE, THE KEYS TO HIS BUSINESSES, AND THE ADDRESS TO THE WAREHOUSE WITH THE FIFTEEN TONS. WE SECURED $50 MILLION OF HIS DEBT THROUGH HIS OFF-SHORE ACCOUNTS, MINUS THE $10 MILLION FOR HIS MANSION, SO WE’RE NOW AT $240 MIL. REMEMBER, WE’RE WATCHING AT ALL TIMES.
Tommy looked at the addresses of the warehouse and businesses. He then turned on the cell phone, scrolled through the numbers, and saw his clientele of boss niggas and bitches picking up heavy shit. He tore off the top of the letter with the addresses and then put the paper and keys into his pocket.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, we good!” he said before giving Candy a hug and a kiss on her cheek.
She figured whatever it was that was bothering him would come out sooner or later.
~ ~ ~
Meanwhile in North Carolina, Nino and his team were preparing to meet with a Puerto Rican man they met in New York who would be copping heavy. L-Geez and Dollar met him in their travels.
Nino arranged the meeting outside of the hood at a five-star restaurant called Emari’s, which was known for its world-renowned guest chefs each month. Nino felt this would be a good look to impress the new customers with the sumptuous side of business. Nino also wanted to see who it was who wanted two hundred bricks all in one shot. It allowed him to get a feel for who he was allowing into the circle.
Nino, Dollar, L-Geez, and Pistol all sat outside of the restaurant waiting on their guest to arrive. Within minutes, a deep, dark red Porsche Cayenne turbo truck came through with chrome 24s. L-Geez and Dollar got out of their whips and made their way over to their new client. Nino and Pistol stayed in their cars and checked out the approach of this man.
“Yo, Juan, what’s up, folk?” L-Geez asked.
“I’m focused on this new BI y’all talking about.”
“Whoa, who dat in the whip?” Dollar asked when he saw that he did not come alone.
Juan turned around to the truck and nodded to his associate, so she could get out of the car while he explained who she was.
“This is my ride-or-die chick, Ri Ri. She’s about me.”
Ri Ri exited the truck looking real sexy with her light Latina skin and gray-colored cat eyes. She further stood out with her long, silky black hair braided back and hanging over a baby-blue fur coat, white Prada shirt, blue jeans hugging her thick thighs and ass, and high heels by Cavalli, which just added to her five-foot-six height. She was a real sexy ride-or-die chick to match her fly Spanish papi, Juan, who came wearing a chinchilla quarter-length, a diamond chain with the Virgin Mary, and a diamond watch by Jacobs.
Once they saw that she was official, they took Juan and Ri Ri over to Nino in his truck. He saw them coming, so he stepped out of his truck. He did not say a word to Juan or his chick; he just walked into the restaurant and over to the reserved table they had. Then they all ordered food and drinks.
Once the drinks were served, the introductions also came. Nino wanted the silence of not speaking to them to see if he could make them feel uncomfortable since they grabbed a lot of work. He wanted to make sure they were who they said they were.
“So, Juan, I’m told you’re looking for a heavy two-piece. My question is where is the connect you used to deal with? Why the sudden change?”
Juan took a bite of his buttered lobster and enjoyed its freshness as he chased it with a glass of red wine before answering Nino’s question.
“This lobster is superb, and the wine takes it to another level,” he said while wiping his mouth. “Now as f
or my connect, King Jose of New York was killed over a year ago. Since then I’ve been dealing in small quantities because that’s all they could handle. I can’t contain my limits because they can’t afford to keep up with supply. Now that explains the why. Now as far as when I need the product, now would make sense because the streets are calling.”
Nino realized that if he got these bricks off to this cat, he would be back on track to moving them as fast as he did the last shipment. This would be a good look for him in Ramon’s eyes. But little did he know that Ramon no longer existed.
“I can get it to you in a day or so, unless you want to pick it up yourself?”
“I’ll do whatever is faster. Now let’s talk numbers.”
Nino looked over at Dollar and L-Geez to see if they already had given him a number. He did not want to cut them out of their share.
“What did my little homies tell you the price was?”
“Nino, we didn’t. We wanted to wait to see what you said, since he’s grabbing heavy,” Dollar said.
“Well then, sixteen per block,” Nino shot out there.
Juan looked at Nino as he was drinking his wine and processing the number thrown his way at the same time.
“Hmmm, sixteen is too high, amigo, for the quantity I’m buying. That number leaves me no room to play.”
“You’ll triple your money fucking with this product.”
Juan turned to Ri Ri to ask her what she thought, since she was really the boss. She gave him a sexy smile as her way of saying yes. He then focused back on Nino.
“I’m in! We have a deal, amigo.”
“I’ll have the homies contact you when everything is ready. Let’s make a toast to good business and a promising future,” Nino said, raising his glass.
Ri Ri looked over at Nino with bedroom eyes as if she wanted to fuck him. Maybe she saw dollar signs in how he ran his business. Nino also caught the look, but being business-minded, he did not even entertain the idea. With this type of money on the line, it would not be good for business.
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